Haunted
HAUNTED
I hear your voice going round in my head.
It haunts me each night in my restless dreams.
I smell your scent on your side of the bed,
Though I’ve washed the sheets, you’re still here it seems.
I reach out to touch you and touch thin air;
Your pillow’s undented, the sheet un-creased.
I see your pale face, smiling everywhere
And hear your laugh when expecting it least.
You’re making me pay for what I have done;
Taunting me, haunting me night after night.
The neighbours keep asking where you have gone.
They offer their sympathy in my plight
The police are digging the flowerbed today.
They don’t know I buried you far, far away
23rd September 2019
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Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2019
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